This Fish needs a Bicycle!

I think the theory that, all you need to get a date is another date, as theorized by the eminent Carrie Bradshaw in sex in the city is right. No sooner have I had a healthy flirty session with one man do four others pop up. Flirting in itself, as an art, is getting more and more obscure by the day. And others are taking its place.It is common place today, even in the work place, to see some women tearing their hair out when one of their ‘friends with benefits’ find the one. In fact, just last week, I watched in amazement when a colleague (lets just call her A ) announced her presence in our room by exclaiming, “he’s taken now, and he was my plan B, where am I going to get another Fuck Buddy now.” Before my eyes could pop out of their sockets, do the customary Indian eye rolling, she had vamoosed.One of the less tartier elements of my work place commented that she not only knew the guy in question but also knew his better half. What the poor unsatisfied soul did not know was that he had a floozy on the side as well. “I think it’s hypocritical!” exclaimed the one with a bad case of sour grapes. Dearest SJ she’d had the hots for A’s so called fuck buddy for the longest time and now couldn’t digest the fact.But before I digress any further coming back to the point – every fish needs a bicycle, sometimes not only to ride on but also be ridden with complete a-reverence.What our problem these days is the fact that we can’t seem to find the right bicycle. Some have physical problems – too tall, too short and mind you I am not just talking about their height. Some have the Oedipus complex while others are content to hide behind the workaholic charade. On the other hand, the more increasingly common phenomenon is that the fish in question cant seem to settle for one bicycle. When you have one there are prospects of others in the pipeline. This is when things become messy, when you decide you want to take one to work, one to the parties and yet another one home as a Scooby snacks.

I think the theory that, all you need to get a date is another date, as theorized by the eminent Carrie Bradshaw in sex in the city is right. No sooner have I had a healthy flirty session with one man do four others pop up. Flirting in itself, as an art, is getting more and more obscure by the day. And others are taking its place.It is common place today, even in the work place, to see some women tearing their hair out when one of their ‘friends with benefits’ find the one. In fact, just last week, I watched in amazement when a colleague (lets just call her A ) announced her presence in our room by exclaiming, “he’s taken now, and he was my plan B, where am I going to get another Fuck Buddy now.” Before my eyes could pop out of their sockets, do the customary Indian eye rolling, she had vamoosed.One of the less tartier elements of my work place commented that she not only knew the guy in question but also knew his better half. What the poor unsatisfied soul did not know was that he had a floozy on the side as well. “I think it’s hypocritical!” exclaimed the one with a bad case of sour grapes. Dearest SJ she’d had the hots for A’s so called fuck buddy for the longest time and now couldn’t digest the fact.But before I digress any further coming back to the point – every fish needs a bicycle, sometimes not only to ride on but also be ridden with complete a-reverence.What our problem these days is the fact that we can’t seem to find the right bicycle. Some have physical problems – too tall, too short and mind you I am not just talking about their height. Some have the Oedipus complex while others are content to hide behind the workaholic charade. On the other hand, the more increasingly common phenomenon is that the fish in question cant seem to settle for one bicycle. When you have one there are prospects of others in the pipeline. This is when things become messy, when you decide you want to take one to work, one to the parties and yet another one home as a Scooby snacks.